You just ended the phone call and ran up to the mirror. You sighed: Yep, I've gained some weight but I'm still the prettiest girl in a round. A little nice smirk appeared on your face. Gotta fix it later. You took the hairbrush and turned on
the boom box. « The weather girls started singing ».
Y/n has an exquisite face, so she doesn't have to put on any makeup to look pretty. So, she just took the cherry flavor lipstick singing « It's raining man ». You took a look at yourself again and realized they you have a natural blush, and decided that you don't have to bother about that.
You're wearing light denim shorts and a funky shirt. Kissed your mum goodbye and went to shine on the twilight streets.
Hot air gently caressed your face, Palms around were smiling and the skyes shimmered various colors. You were absolutely satisfied because you realized that you look gorgeous and nothing can raise your mood like that except knowing that you look wonderful. Music in your head led you to the club where the meeting was scheduled.
